I woke up one morning, singing a song that my classmates and I sang many years before at our preschool graduation ceremony. The song emphasized the importance of praying in the...

My mother died on Mother’s Day — the day she and I usually celebrated by remembering when she gave birth to me and heard my first breath. But on that Mother’s...

When I was around six or seven the ice cream man would come in his white truck with the chimes ringing out — a signal for the children to come with...

I spent one summer in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan planning and leading children’s activities. Before I arrived I imagined that the other staff members would be friendly, that the children...

One of my favorite places to study the Bible and to spend my devotional time is in the room adjoining our kitchen, near a fireplace and lots of windows. In this...

My parents were of Armenian heritage. My mother’s name was Zabel, or Isabel. I give thanks to God for my parents and their legacy of family prayer. I remember with fondness...

It was the Sabbath. Jesus and the disciples were in Jerusalem when they encountered a number of people who were blind, sick, and lame waiting by the pool of Bethesda. These...

My elder brother, Ajagaboka, takes great delight in his service to God. Most weekends, he wakes up early and joins the women in our local church in keeping the chapel clean....

When asking for directions to a certain shop, a newcomer friend asked me, “Is it on the right side of the street or the left side?” I replied that it depended...

“My translation says something different here,” my co-leader said. We were leading a discussion on Psalm 91 and its comparison of God to a fortress that can protect and shield us....